midnight.
Dean was sitting on the top of the 100-meter-high TV tower, with his feet hanging over the edge and dangling in the air. He was holding a bucket of ice cream in both hands, and his eyes were overlooking the bustling metropolis below.
The colorful neon lights of Las Vegas are like a steel behemoth radiating colorful colors, just waking up from sleep and letting out a magnificent roar.
Dean threw away the empty ice cream bucket and stood up beside the TV tower. The cold wind from high altitude made his black hooded top flutter wildly, like a flag waving in the wind.
He suddenly opened his hands and took a step up to a hundred meters in the air. His whole body immediately fell to the ground, and then suddenly rose again.
Dean flew up in the night sky of Las Vegas. The endless undulating high-rise buildings on both sides were like continuous mountains.
He is a bat that shuttles between valleys and valleys. He carries a 360-degree God's-eye view radar with no blind spots and a range of 30 meters. He can see the surrounding surveillance cameras and the interior conditions of the buildings he flies over at a glance.
From the Strip to Fremont Street, from shopping malls to hotels, Las Vegas is like a passionate beauty, taking off every piece of clothing to him, revealing all its secrets without reservation:
Opposite the TV in the living room, a silver-haired old man was snoring on the sofa. The water glass next to the lamp suddenly rose up, and a glass of cold water splashed on his face, waking him up.
In the penthouse suite of the hotel, a burly man with a round waist was furiously typing at a woman lying in front of a desk. Suddenly he screamed and a strange force tore his silk pajamas in half, revealing his big furry butt.
…
The pleasure of flying, the excitement of spying on secrets and pranks made Dean's face turn a sickly blush under the hood, and the tumbling emotions in his heart, as well as the auditory hallucinations in his ears, were vented to the noisy night wind at high altitude.
But it’s not enough, keep flying!
At a certain moment, Dean flew over the seven-story building of Las Vegas Morning News, slowed down, landed in front of the dark window sill on the second floor and squatted down, quietly enjoying a good show——
The lights in the building had long been turned off, and it was dark and dead.
Under the ambiguous lights of the parking lot not far away, a bloated, bald middle-aged man was carelessly harassing a petite blond lady. His eyes were as bright as light bulbs and seemed to be drilling into the deep ravine under the lady's open-chested dress.
"Catherine, my big star host, the deputy director of the news center has been vacant, but Jessica and Irene are also competing for this position and have really achieved a lot. Why should I give it to you?"
"Should you say something?"
The man puts his arm around the woman's shoulders,
"Don't be like this, Davis, it's time for me to go home," the woman pushed him away with a face of resistance, but she lacked strength, and her panicked eyes and weak movements seemed to be trying to resist in return.
"You are a smart and ambitious woman. You dress so coquettishly and stand in front of the camera every day just to attract the attention of rich people and raise your price. But I can help you more and make your career smooth sailing. Why do you need to look for help?" Others are showing off?" The man laughed and put his arms around her. He parted her long hair impatiently, lowered his head and kissed her face with his big, smelly mouth.
"I've had enough, show some respect!" Catherine screamed, fighting hard against the man's chest, and then burst out with a huge force like a divine power, pushing Davis back two meters away. I almost broke my butt and blossomed,
She then looked at the white and slender palms in surprise.
"A rose with thorns is very strong, but I like it!" Instead of being angry, the man smiled brighter and took a look at her perky butt and proud waist and abdomen curve, like a standing bear. Pounced and hugged him.
Catherine turned around in panic and ran away, but her right hand went against the instructions from her brain and slapped the man in the face with a convulsive and disobedient sound.
ah!
The man covered the red slap mark on his left face and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Are you serious? You don't want to stay on the TV station?"
"No, I didn't mean to do it..." Catherine hurriedly explained and leaned over. Her right leg protruded like a spring, and the tip of the red high-heeled shoes sank into the man's crotch.
An ecstatic "oh" sounded in the quiet night.
Davis covered his vitals with his hands, raised his buttocks, and jumped on the spot. His cheeks turned the color of pig liver, and he sat back and rolled.
"God, I didn't do anything...I didn't mean to hurt you!"
The woman's eyes were looking around wildly for something, but all she saw was that there was no one around her. Her counterattack just now was like being possessed by a ghost.
This time the director was completely offended.
"Several years of hard work have been in vain. I'm going to lose my job. No, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive in Las Vegas in the future... It's all because of you, you damn gangster!"
With itching teeth, she spontaneously raised her high heels and stepped on the man, then trotted away.
I got in the car, but looked out the window blankly at the night. Where should I go to develop in the future?
go back home?
…
"Catherine Medici, this is the second time I've rescued you, but you're welcome..." Dean, who was suspended outside the window sill, watched the blonde woman go away, shook his head and smiled, "That's how I do good deeds without leaving a name."
Swish——
His body flew into the night sky like lightning.
…
In the days that followed, night flying became a regular fixture before Dean left Las Vegas.
As for the daytime, he started to get a private detective license. After all, when he encountered something when he went out, he couldn't fool people with a high school diploma.
Among the several rigid conditions required for this license, he is over 18 years old and has obtained a high school diploma. He also lacks physical and psychological test reports and no criminal certificate.
In the early morning of this day, he went to a private hospital in the city early and spent $300 to skip the appointment and have a comprehensive physical examination.
"You are in perfect health and free from any disease."
The beautiful nurse with forward and backward curves gave the physical examination report to the "donor" with a perfect smile showing eight teeth.
"Are all indicators normal?" Dean opened the report and glanced at it casually.
"To be exact, you are stronger than ninety-nine percent of people." The nurse's watery eyes flashed with admiration, and her index finger with red nail polish explained a line of data in the report, "The lung capacity exceeds 12,000ml. I have worked in the hospital for five years and have never seen such powerful data. Even Olympic swimming champions cannot reach this level."
The nurse paused, curiosity flashing in her eyes.
"May I ask what your occupation is?"
"I'm a 'ball player.'"
Dean made a nonsense statement. The vital capacity of 12,000ml was the result of him draining the water and using up a lot of energy. Otherwise, there would be no pressure when he blew to 18,000ml.
Before he traveled through time, he only had more than 4,000.
…
"Rugby? You will definitely win the Heizmann Award in the future." The nurse complimented sincerely, and her sweet voice made people feel vain. "Well, according to your immunoglobulin complement and lymphocyte subgroups, Judging from the data on the absolute value of lymphocytes and the entire physical examination report, your immunity is very good and most diseases can avoid you."
Dean nodded. This was the superimposed effect of 16 points of physical strength plus the intermediate Ironman specialty.
"Then does my report fall within the scope of normal people?"
"Haha, you are so funny. This report is very good, but it still belongs to the category of 'human'. If you want to become a 'superman', you still need to train hard." The nurse raised her left hand and made a fly with an expression of admiration. Soaring movements.
Dean heaved a sigh of relief. The physical examination report finally did not detect a monster. He was still a pure human being.
…
After collecting the physical examination report and leaving the private hospital, Dean went to a qualified Ruvo Brain Health Center in Las Vegas for a quick self-paid psychological test.
He didn't know whether the auditory hallucinations in his head were mental abnormalities, so he didn't plan to undergo a serious psychological assessment scale test. Instead, he paid the doctor two hundred dollars in hard work and got a normal psychological test report in advance.
Get two reports.
While it was still dark, Dean bought a large bag of hot dogs, coffee, and snacks and rushed to the LVPD, which he had not seen for a long time. While distributing coffee and food in the handbags along the way, he dealt with the police officers' enthusiastic pats and expressed his request. ,
"Young man, I can't understand you. You have excellent academic performance but you didn't go to college. You are talented in solving crimes. The bureau has given you the green light, but you are unwilling to come and work." Karl touched the shiny hand in distress. forehead, "If you insist on becoming a private detective, do you have fleas in your brain?"
"Who told me I like freedom? Do me a favor, buddy. If you encounter any trouble in the future, call me..." Dean wrote down the pager number and handed it to Carl, "I will help you once."
"Go away, you brat!" Carl cursed and put away the note, and then asked his colleagues in the bureau to work overtime to help Dean get a criminal certificate.
…
Early the next morning, Dean brought all the information and rushed to the Private Security Association office in the city center to register and start private detective training, which mainly focused on legal knowledge and basic investigative knowledge. Dean had already received guidance from Holden and learned It went very smoothly.
Training gaps.
Dean purchased ten M26 grenades and a barrel of bullets from Andre at the Struggle Field Range: including 5,000 rounds of pistol bullets in three specifications: 9mm Parcel, .45ACP, and .44 Magnum, as well as sniper rifles. .50BMG1000 rounds. A total of sixteen thousand rounds.
It's more than enough for the first half of the year.
"Chenghui, nine thousand two hundred dollars..." Andre nodded and warned with complicated eyes, "I will deduct a fraction of the two hundred dollars as a parting gift to you. I hope you will be caught robbing a bank in the future. Don't put me and you in trouble." Uncle spit it out."
"Don't worry, I would rather die than surrender!"
The ammunition was loaded into the fantasy space, and the remaining half of the space immediately became crowded, but Dean's heart became much more at ease.
…
Everything is ready, including a private detective license.
Dean went to say goodbye to lawyers Jacob, Tangya, and Luc Will who lived across the street from his home, and finally it was Tribeca's turn on the old street.
"That crazy girl Jenny is busy looking for a job and won't be home during the day." Tribeca took Dean's hands and sat on the sofa, her gray-haired face full of reluctance, "If you leave again, there will be no one." Talk to me."
The old man sighed and rubbed his sore eyes. He got up and went upstairs to bring back a thick tome full of time.
"You have to complete the recording work yourself from now on. One day in the future, I will wait for you to bring back more wonderful stories."
"Um."
Dean took over the supernatural encyclopedia full of his past experiences with a solemn expression, as if he had received some kind of inheritance, and then his expression changed drastically.
The old man took him and sat at the dining table.
"You must be starving after talking for so long. Finally, let me, an old guy, cook some of my specialty dishes to see you off."
…
On the morning of June 25th.
The 40-degree sun in midsummer has not yet begun to show its power, and the air is still cool.
Gretchen and the other six gathered outside the courtyard.
Dean is wearing the detective's iconic black trench coat and a black deerstalker hat with brim at the front and back and ear protection. His outfit is mysterious and a bit cool and resolute.
With the help of Baker, he was stuffing the unimportant backpack luggage into the back seat of Bronco, and kept giving instructions.
"Beck, don't be so dishonest after graduation! Mature as soon as possible and find a good job so that you can marry Jenny in the future!"
"As you command, Master Dean!"
"Jenny, spend more time with Tribeca, the elderly need care."
"You don't need to remind me, I will take good care of grandma!"
Britney and Rust beside her had red eyes,
"Why are you sad, man? It's not a separation between life and death..." Dean put his arm around his shoulders and winked at him, "Take care of my home after I leave...Don't be too harsh on yourself. Training should be relaxed and relaxed, don't work so hard. "
"By the way, I left you some money for emergencies. Don't refuse. I borrowed this money from you. You can pay it back to me after the lawyer successfully files your claim."
Rust choked up silently and hugged Dean with his backhand.
"Take care of yourself, brother."
"Abby, smile and be more confident in the future."
"Woooo..."
…
Dean turned his eyes to Gretchen beside the guardrail. She was standing there quietly in a blue sportswear. She had a toned figure with a slim waist and long legs. Her skin was glowing white. Her playful braids were hanging on her shoulders. Her eyes were like pure sapphires. Like the day Dean saw her for the first time.
Dean took the initiative to open his hands and walked over and hugged her tightly, "Next time you come back, you should also graduate from the police academy. I hope to see the LVPD badge on your chest, Officer Gretchen."
"Come back early and open a detective agency in Las Vegas. I will introduce you to the business." Gretchen hugged his neck and kissed him hard, then punched him in the chest with a warning look in her eyes. "Don't go out and mess around."
Dean touched his nose and stuffed a pager into her soft little hand.
"Call me if you miss me."
Dean's eyes slowly swept across the six people, stepped into the driver's seat and closed the door.
"Goodbye, friends."
"Bye, Dean!"
Everyone waved desperately, and reluctant farewells filled the air.
Bronco disappeared into the east facing the sun, heading for an unknown journey.
(End of chapter)
